The Sound of Silence(17)

He went up along, and passed by many miners carrying cart-loads of disc ores. The second to the fourth levels were no less wider than the first, while there were plenty of disc ores half-exposed to the open air, showing their abundance.

The fifth and subsequent levels began to narrow, but only by bit. Higher, and higher, he walked in determination. Round, and another round, did he never look behind. The air was turning cold, and the city turning remote. Few miners would like to reach this high, since ores at lower levels had not yet drained out.
“He must be crazy,” said a miner who glimpsed at him while walking down with other miners.
“I bet you he is not a miner,” said the second one. “He looks rather like the shepherd in legend.”